Firefly Ravine kawagishi

Something veered her away from the coast. 

A trail? No, fainter - more incomprehensible. A sign, perhaps? Raijin was no stranger to spirits, but their tracks were confusing and difficult to differentiate from reality. She wished her mother was here; she'd know what to do.

The path she picked through the gorge was precariously steep. Each step forward sent another shower of little stones down into the river, fast-flowing and full from snowmelt. Unlike the ocean, rivers were far more unpredictable and dangerous - she really didn't fancy taking a dip. 

She breathed a shaky sigh of relief once she reached the bottom, paws sinking into the mud that lined the swollen riverbank as she calculated the best way to cross.

tags are for reference! Hope you don’t mind me setting this to present <3 (no need to offset the date unless you want to)

The Berserker had been injured out here.  It was not in this part specifically, but with knowledge of @Mulherin’s encounter (as much as she had at the moment, however gained), Redd pressed into the surrounding territories with careful purpose.  She had no quarrel with those who resided within or passed peacefully through.  Only with those who were deemed threats.

Ulfhedinn and Caru, and their children, had the safety of the pups well assured.  Wealda concerned herself with the safety of their hunts.  She would not have violent strangers pick hunters off alone, especially one who had managed such violence with the fight lead.

She traveled a distance while seeing no one, but just as she reached the ravine that she knew would force her to return, a shape appeared near the river.  Wealda immediately lowered defensively, approaching with a careful tension and observing as she did so.  They did not appear to be a threat, but first appearances could always deceive.  She would let out a low, questioning sound to announce herself when she’d drawn close enough.

no problem!

The river was strong and chilling. Once, her paws slipped on the pebbles below and she almost went under, her position saved only by a frantic doggy paddle until she emerged bedraggled on the other side. A quick shake of her pelt was enough to rid it of most of the mud, though the ordeal had left her more shaken than she would have liked.

Thankfully, the bank here was less of a cliff as she began to ascend until a noise made her visibly jump. Looking up revealed the owner; a reddish wolf around her size. A pack wolf, judging by the scents of many others that clung to this one's fur. 

She released a gentle whine in return, tail buffeting her hocks in an effort to show that she was no threat, though she made no move to retreat nor advance.